No problem, Planto. No need to apologize. I'm only half kidding.
And yeah, I got ringworm as a kid too, from playing in a sandbox at the kindergarten I attended -- on my scalp and on the crease on my belly. That was terrible, but I got through it. Meanwhile, it has kept me from becoming a tomboy. I have a fraternal twin sister, and that experience did not have the same effect on her. She's the tomboy.
Patti, I doubt that I'll ever be able to do any worm farming myself. I know that they are beneficial creatures, but this chick is terrified of all things squirmy and jumping. I'll have to go through some serious therapy to get to that stage of gardening. When I see them, I leave them be. I'll just garden some other place. As far as I'm concerned, that's their territory. They can have that section of earth to do their job. Now, if they are in my pots, that's another story. I'll have to dump them out onto the ground, because that's where they belong.
I had brothers who terrified and tormented me and my sisters with garden creatures, when we were young.
So, I am weak hearted and squeamish, as a result of my childhood experiences. I'd probably faint if a frog lands on me. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I'm just that bad off.
But, I don't let that deter me from growing plants.
I'm slowly learning to overcome some of my fears. But, it's going to take a while.